Courtyard House: A System Connecting Two Worlds, Resources for the Nation

At this moment, the vanguard of the Liao army had already spotted this row of strange obstacles ahead.

The leading centurions reined in their horses and looked around for a while before realizing that there were only about a thousand Song soldiers among the obstacles. They breathed a sigh of relief and let out a few sneers.

The thousand-strong Song army was no different from a dirt mound under their iron hooves; they could be crushed directly.

Those obstacles appeared to be made of iron, but they were far shorter than the city walls, and our soldiers could climb them without any difficulty.

Do you think you can stop them from moving forward with just this row of strange things?

As several centurions brandished their swords from horseback and shouted a few words in Liao language to their men, a burst of laughter erupted from the Liao army ranks.

Immediately afterwards, the bugle sounded, and the vanguard quickened their pace, charging toward the truck's defensive line.

The infantry at the front carried shields, while the archers behind them began to nock arrows. The Liao people always relied on cavalry archery and charges in battle, and these infantrymen were only used for attacking fortified positions!

To their surprise, as they approached, the Song people on the obstacle seemed completely unresponsive, simply staring blankly.

Upon seeing this scene, many of the Liao soldiers wore smiles on their faces.

If the Song army's defenders were all of this caliber, then today is their day to shine!

With this mindset, the Liao soldiers charged much faster.

300 steps, 200 steps, 150 steps, 120 steps…

The Taoist priests, clutching their guns, remained motionless, their eyes fixed on the approaching Liao soldiers.

Finally, Tie Jianguo narrowed his eyes, raised his gun, and the several captains who had been watching him simultaneously gave the order: "Fire!"

The Taoist priests in the first row immediately pulled the triggers, and their guns spewed fire.

Da da da da—

The continuous bursts of short bursts sounded like a torrential downpour hitting a tin roof.

The Liao infantry at the forefront fell like wheat being harvested, row after row.

The rate of fire of this automatic rifle is in a completely different league from that of a bow and arrow, not to mention that the bullets are even smaller and cannot be seen by the naked eye.

Even if some Liao soldiers reacted and put their thin wooden shields in front of them, it was to no avail. The bullets would still penetrate the thin wooden shields and continue to hit their bodies.

Fragile flesh offers no resistance whatsoever to bullets.

Screams and gunshots echoed across the open field.

The Taoists in the first row quickly emptied a magazine, then crouched down to reload, and the second row seamlessly took over the firepower.

Da da da da—

Another group of Liao soldiers fell.

The centurions who were slightly ahead didn't even have time to turn their horses around before they were riddled with bullets, along with their horses.

The Liao soldiers behind them only heard screams and thought they had already engaged in close combat with the Song people, so they charged forward even more vigorously.

Only those who could see the scene ahead knew what was happening. Seeing the corpses piled on top of each other and covering the ground, the Liao soldiers at the front turned around and tried to retreat, but the flow of people behind them pushed them forward, and their legs couldn't stop.

The third rank of the thousand Taoist priests took over from the second rank and emptied the magazines again.

Immediately afterwards, the first row also changed their magazines and stood up again.

With three platoons rotating, the firepower was almost continuous.

The area between 100 and 150 steps instantly turned into a meat grinder.

Every second, dozens of corpses fall to the ground, and large amounts of blood gushed from the bodies, flowing along the veins of the ground and staining the entire land dark red.

The Liao soldiers behind them charged forward, stepping over the corpses of their comrades, until they too became corpses.

In the short time it takes to drink two or three cups of tea, more than a thousand Liao soldiers had fallen in front of the truck defense line. Sticky blood covered the ground, and together with their terrified faces, it created a scene that looked almost like hell in the sunlight.

The Liao army in the rear finally began to panic.

Although they couldn't see what was happening ahead, the blood flowing backward and the rows of people disappearing at the front made them tremble with fear.

Emperor Shengzong of Liao, Yelü Longxu, who was watching the battle from the highest point, turned pale.

He was able to appear here because he originally intended to watch the Liao army directly flood Yingzhou City.

But who would have thought that there would be such a strange obstacle on the north side of Yingzhou City, blocking their warriors as easily as cutting melons and vegetables!

At this moment, he was gripping the handle of a curved knife tightly in his hand, his eyes fixed on the steel wall formed by the trucks, his lips trembling, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, that's probably some kind of sorcery concocted by the Song people!"

The generals beside him were pale as death. One of them trembled as he approached him, his voice shaking.

"Your Majesty, we cannot continue fighting like this; our soldiers are suffering too many casualties!"

Another general stepped forward, disregarding the proper etiquette between ruler and subject, and loudly reported.

Yelü Longxu naturally noticed this situation as well. He was no incompetent emperor and knew that if the fighting continued like this, even if the number of casualties in the Liao army did not exceed one-third, their morale would be completely defeated.

Left with no other option, they had to call it quits.

Even though the sound of gongs in the Liao army formation was mostly drowned out by the gunfire, the soldiers at the front, upon faintly hearing the sound, turned around and ran back as if grasping at a lifeline.

The rear guard was the first to collapse, and the massive formation of 60,000 to 70,000 men began to crumble from the rear. By the time everyone turned to flee, the banners and weapons at the front were scattered all over the ground.

After Tie Jianguo noticed that the Liao army had begun to retreat, he raised his right fist, and the gunfire immediately stopped.

Although this distance is still within the range of the Type 95 assault rifle, there is no need to continue firing, as the accuracy would likely have plummeted.

Moreover, the results they had achieved at this point were already quite perfect.

Thousands of people put away their guns and stood there silently, watching the disarray of the Liao people from the north as they retreated, with cries rising and falling all around them.

Zhou Feng leaned against the car door, remaining motionless throughout. Although his face was pale, he was still holding on.

After all, he had witnessed such a massacre when he went to Japan, and with the mental preparation he had made beforehand, it wasn't a big problem.

Zhao Pan'er was not doing well. Her face was as white as paper, her lips were slightly open, and her body was trembling. But she still gritted her teeth and held Zhou Feng's hand, standing side by side with him.

The Liao army's retreat continued in the distance, and Tie Jianguo led his men to begin cleaning up the battlefield.

The amount of ammunition consumed in this battle was not small, but it was still within their expectations.

With over a thousand men suffering zero casualties, Zhou Feng and his thousand men inflicted thousands of deaths on the Liao army. In this battle, Zhou Feng and his thousand men could be considered gods!

Seeing that the battle was over, Chen Zhengqing led the civil and military officials from Yingzhou City out, and the garrison took over the task of cleaning up the battlefield.

"Rest assured, Your Excellency! I was merely assisting you all in cleaning up the battlefield; I would never dare to embezzle a single penny of the military merit!"

Noticing that some of Zhou Feng's men were looking at him strangely, Chen Zhengqing immediately realized what they were thinking and hurriedly began to explain.